This gripping volume is a must-read for two sorts of people. Its instant attraction for those who want an adventure story which takes place over thirty years and at the epicentre of world events is obvious - Simpson is a self-confessed adventurer, and in one of his best moments of self-realisation, he admits to being "a bit of a chancer" too. And as an adventure story you couldn't ask for better. Simpson's been shot at in Sarajevo, threatened in Dublin, bombed in Bagdhad and nearly arrested by secret policemen in Kabul. He's got on the nerves of the KGB during the Cold War, gone down the Amazon in trepidation of finding a parasitic fish which makes its home in the most intimate of areas and he stood in Tiananmen Square as the tanks rolled in. According to these pages he's got a short temper and, just for added spice, a bad habit of losing it at risky moments. But the real joy of this book is in the slow revelation of the man's character and the dissipation of the one-dimensional image and set preconceptions we may have of him. Simpson appears to me to be both honest and generous with his life. He is prepared to show himself in a bad light and even admits to using the pages to settle a few old scores along the way. He shows the grimmest aspects of his profession as well as the glamorous side and yes, he does glamorise it a little. But that appears to be because he genuinely regards it as the best job in the world. In the final pages he writes one of the best manifestoes for the work of ournalism and of public-service broadcasters I have read. This saw me through two flights, a holiday, an airport delay and two weeks of commuting to work. Recommended - it'll thrill you but make you think as well. Who could resist that?